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Fabrics of Me – Poetry to Me

Monthly Archives: February 2013

I see you
blending in
that your forgotten
searching for something
maybe someone
going about unseen
your unclean
digging through garbage
mimicking the scene

I see you
in the middle of the eve
trying to sleep
tattered rags; battered bags
against dirty slabs
concrete
Your home a bask
in the beauty of the street
dazed by the percussion
the beat the passerby`s
the important the obsolete

I ponder how did you get here
how did you get so far away from there
is there not someone
some how for you to be else where.

For some reason when I was on the bus on my way to work, going through downtown. I happened to see 4 homeless men on my bus ride. This is the train of thought that came to mind after seeing their conditions. Its made up of actual visuals and the attempt to understand how exactly did they get where they were. I.E. on the street and alone. I don’t know if it was situation, or karma or life. I just know I wish them better.

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Operating at less of me
that’s when you choose to tap me
you attempt to take me down
instead of pick me up
You work me out on a steady schedule
like clockwork
same place same way
you attempt to finish mine
and start your day
you consume me
like you havent been fed in days
then you tickle
then you play
then you leech…
I have to tear away
But you know I wont fight, no attempt to get away
matter of fact you can do that
all day all night
i`ll just take and accept
feverishly I want
with no regrets
selfish…
My gotta have, can’t do without
makes me strong…
makes me stiff…
luv it…